The Unintended Curse ch13

I hope to have more stuff to post fairly soon and with that new story up for the beta readers to work with, i should have a new story coming down the pike as well.

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Dragonslayer

The charred wooden gates were thrown open, and half a dozen armed guards stood on the side of the road, their pikes raised to the sky. a guard of honour for the approaching hero.

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The Hardships of Wars

Horatio glanced off the lupine's attacks and swung his pike around, severing the rats body in one blow. "thanks" he called back, before disappearing in to the thick of the battle, and out of richard's sight.

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Believe – Chapter 20: Cernunnos

He was sweaty and had a scratch on his leg but one of the pikes of his branches also got a bit blood on it and he seemed okay else.

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Of Equines and Man

Leading to kill-zones of pikes, axes, and blades.

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Dürnstein

Following it with care, i peered around a corner to spy two yawning guards, leaning upon their pikes at each side of a barred door. surely this must be where ricky was concealed.

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A Royal Occasion

Regina, will be mine. " mark was glaring at him but still unable to do anything "i'm gonna' have some fun with those sisters tonight. " vasilis had a disturbingly lustful grin on his face "i will rape them all night while your severed head watches from a pike

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Buff and Fluff vs the Muscelid Menace

pike it up to bad media, that's what i say." the black striped tail of the vulpine swished with alarming speed. "oh my gawd," buff whined as he stood up, "if you make one more fish related pun, fluff, i swear i will hurt you."

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Book IV: The Two Tales

That's where pike was from!" he said to the other drakens. meryl overheard this. "oh, are you guys on some sort of pilgrimage to learn about your origins?" she asked.

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Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 7

So many familiar faces floating by like wraiths in a dream, until he found himself staring into the empty sockets of his dearly departed mother-in-law, the breeze making her skull sway on top of the pike ever so slightly, back and forth, as if she were shaking

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Maxwell's Run

One armored soldier prodded it with the butt of his pike but ignored it for the blaring of a trumpet on the hill. the helms of the guards strayed from the barrel to the man on the small horse upon the hill.

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